"Why, what"s the matter now?"
"Forgotten enough leads and a capital," replied d.i.c.k. "What is the use in trying alone; go in with some boy who knows, and you"ll get on."
"Perhaps. But I"ll clear up first."
His mother had provided him with overalls for just such occasions; but Pete was confident that printing was neater work than carpentering and had avoided thinking of them. The ink was so imbedded in one corner of the tablet and so scanty in another, that he tried to even the amount, and then wash off the whole. Soon his finger-tips were coal black and sticky; to remove this difficulty, he put finger by finger into the turpentine, rendering that muddy and spreading five distinct streaks on the back of his right hand. Then he poured benzine into the left hand to rub on the back of the right hand. This operation sent ink and benzine up his coat-sleeve, and all ten fingers became so useless that in order to use them more freely he rubbed off their contents on his--jacket. Seeing what he had done, his increasing fears brought tears; to check which, he stuck his fingers into his eyes; which hurting, sent more tears mingling with ink down his cheeks, just at the moment that his mother appeared and that d.i.c.k"s instinct led him to disappear out of the window or door, he never knew which.
"My son, for shame!" said she; "how could you forget the overalls?"
"Oh! I don"t know--wish I hadn"t. I am going to take a partner and then it won"t happen again."
He cried, and was so funny-looking that there was nothing for his mother to do but to laugh and advise speedy partnership.
"What boy would you have," asked he. "d.i.c.k has been here tormenting me, I don"t want him. I might try Shel; it need not be for life, you know.
He had a press last year and has got used to it."
"Very well," answered his mother. "I expected as much. Change your suit, go ask him, and tell him I approve because his mother makes him wear overalls."
Pete had not antic.i.p.ated such a speedy ending of his troubles, and hastened away to do his mother"s bidding. But whilst dressing, he reflected that Shel knew too much and would snub him, and that Clarence was the kind of boy who could get jobs easily. So he went to Clarence"s and proposed partnership.
"What terms?" demanded Clarence in a business-like manner, hands in his pockets. "I"m pretty particular about the contract. Are you a greenhorn? That"s got to be taken into account."
"Well, yes, suppose I am now; but I need not be long if you keep your bargain, besides my press is new and that counts for me."
"Well, yes, it does. Self-inker? lots of type?"
"Well, not so very much; self-inker though. Or come, you just go in and try it for a month and we"ll make terms afterwards."
"Pretty dangerous plan; but I"ll try it, seeing it is a new press. I"ll come to your house right after dinner; and we have dinner right after breakfast, so the kitchen work can be all done up. One gets hungry between dinner and supper; and it"s always a cold supper, so it needn"t be any work."
"Agreed," said Pete. "I know those tricks on meals, too."
The boys parted till half-past twelve, when Clarence appeared and set to work in a vigorous manner to properly clean and ink the tablet. Pete, with overalls on, watched every motion. His name was printed and came out clear, beautiful:
PETE DOWNS
CENTREVILLE, ILLINOIS
U. S.
Quads, leads, capitals, spelling all right. Pete felt as if he had done it himself.
"Now you try," said Clarence; and success again came in a dozen cards.
Then his name became an old story.
"I"ll go and ask the cook," declared Pete, "if she don"t want her name printed," and off he ran.
"Certainly" was her obliging answer; she added slowly, "Only I haven"t a name good enough to print; you call me "Hannah!" but if you put that on a card it looks common; and if you say "Ora," no one will know it is me; and if you only put my last name, they"ll think the whole family has called. You better take the nurse"s name, "Mehitable Jones," you can"t get round that."
Hardly waiting till she had finished, Pete went to Mehitable, who kindly consented to believe that she needed a dozen cards, and to write down her name that it might be printed correctly. This looked like business.
The cards were quickly printed, and delivered, and the package was marked on the wrapper "C. O. D."
"That is not my name," exclaimed Mehitable.
"Of course, that isn"t your name," explained the boys; "cards are inside. That means you must pay us right off, just what you please; we didn"t say anything about it first, because we trusted you--but we can"t afford to work for nothing."
"Well," said Mehitable, "here is five cents."
Pete"s first money earned by honest hard labor; two and a half cents apiece. "That"s an unfortunate price for us," said Clarence, "though it be convenient for the buyer. Let"s keep all uneven sums as capital towards other type, and all even sums we"ll divide."
This was rather a shock at first to Pete; but with a partner who was such a superior business man he would not dispute.
"The first great trouble," stated Clarence, "is to get orders; the second, to execute them. You be the travelling agent and I"ll be the office man."
"Now," said Pete, "I won"t. I want to print as well as you. I"ll be travelling agent in your family, and you in mine, and then we"ll get more out of each."
"That"s an idea," replied Clarence; and the partnership, which to judge by the angry looks of the past second seemed on the point of dissolution, still remained unbroken.
That afternoon"s success was marked, and afterwards when business called Clarence away (for if the truth must be told), he was partner in two other firms on strict terms of secrecy, Pete did not prosper. It was always too much or too little ink; quads were not even and a sufficient number of leads were seldom inserted. He often set the type the wrong way so that it printed backwards, and worse than all he did not know how to spell; and as he before had had occasion to accuse his mother of moral reasons for her gifts, he now declared that she had only given him the press, to teach him how to spell. One day she particularly distressed both his memory and conscience by wishing him to print for the nursery the motto, "Fidelity is a virtue;" and it came out,
"FIDDILITY IS A VIRTU."
Notwithstanding this, the firm had made one dollar; and in the course of the next two months Pete had acquired enough skill to feel himself an expert.
A change had also come over Clarence; his spirit was too aspiring to be bound by rules of constant neatness, and he grew jealous of Pete"s increasing ability. So he proposed a partnership on new terms; namely, that the cash on hand should be devoted to the purchase of some new fonts, and that afterwards the earnings should be divided; but that as he would always ink the tablet, and as the workshop of the firm had been transferred to his shed, he should have two thirds of the profits. Pete objected, and insisted that until the business was on a better foundation, all the profits should be turned in for the improvement of their stock in trade.
"No," said Clarence, "I can"t print all day and every day and not feel any cents in my pocket. I want peanuts and candy and I want to give the boys a treat, too, now and then. That"s what I am going to print for, after we have got these new fonts."
"Well, you can do as you please, I sha"n"t try such things. I shall keep my money for type and cards. We needn"t quarrel yet till we have more money."
Clarence did not feel easy. Pete had shown more energy, patience and neatness than he thought was right under the circ.u.mstances, though what the circ.u.mstances were, he confessed to himself he did not know; and he summed up the whole offence, when he was speaking of the affairs of the concern to other boys, by saying, "O, Pete"s getting too proud."
After the new type was bought, the following order was received for twenty-five postal card notices:
THE
Q. F. U.
will hold its tenth peripatetic occasion at 42 degrees 25 seconds North Lat.i.tude 65 degrees 15 minutes 20 seconds West Longitude on the 10th instant.
This was a very important order, requiring great care, received from an older boy, a member of a secret society. Most obscure it seemed to the firm. Clarence insisted on printing it in plain English and on setting up in type: "A Walking match will take place, etc. etc." Pete thought they had no right to argue about the matter, simply to do what was ordered.
"I should not mind it so much if they would not have such long words; and we shall have to buy special marks for degrees, minutes, and seconds--charge extra on that. But peripatetic--I didn"t agree to print such nonsense," said Clarence. "If we are going to do it I am going to be quick about it and set it all up except the marks and see how it looks."
He was in such a hurry that he set the type wrong three times. At last "peripatetic" was right, but no s.p.a.ce was left for the right number of leads. Rejecting Pete"s help, he lifted a row of type to make room, did not hold it tight enough, the middle sank down, fell out and the line went to pieces.
"I say now," he exclaimed, "I didn"t do that--you did it--it did itself.
I never made "a pie" in all my life, and see here, I won"t have it said that I made one now."